"Give way, let me sit for a while..." Late at night, at the Yellow Turban Army Camp, Qin Yang walked up to Xi Zhicai, who was drinking wine facing the moon, and sat down on the boulder where the latter was lying.
"What? Are you worried?" Xi Zhicai glanced at Qin Yang and said, smelling of alcohol.
Qin Yang grabbed Xi Zhicai's wine gourd and took a big sip. He looked up at the bright moon hanging above his head and smiled lightly without saying anything.
When Xi Zhicai saw this, he laughed and said nothing. He took the wine gourd and took a swig.
After a while, Xi Zhicai looked at Mingyue and said calmly: "Your Highness, do you know why I like drinking so much?"
Qin Yang shook his head drunkenly and said with a smile: "I'm not an alcoholic, how do I know?"
Xi Zhicai said: "I have always believed that life is just a big dream. All the prosperity and nostalgia, all the gentleness of the world, are just the moon in the mirror. When I wake up from the dream, I realize that it is not all
It’s all in vain.”
"So you drink, you want this dream to be more thorough and pure!" Qin Yang laughed loudly, took Xi Zhicai's wine gourd and said.
Xi Zhicai also laughed and said: "You live in a state of drunkenness and dream of death. Since you are dreaming, you should naturally do it happily..."
"Nonsense!" Qin Yang swallowed the strong wine in his mouth and said loudly: "You keep saying that this life is a dream, and death is also a dream! Since life is a dream, then why do you still help me? Why do you still want to talk to me?
Let's create this huge country together and build an immortal empire?! I think you... are just wishful thinking... Hahaha..."
Xi Zhicai roared loudly, as if talking to the moon to himself, and raised his head and said: "Life is like a dream, but everyone's dreams are different. Some people dream of a bright moon in the sky, and some people dream of dark clouds covering the sun. I, Xi Zhicai,
Who is it? Even if it is a dream, I, the dramatist, will also have such a dream that it will shock the world and make me weep for ghosts and gods! I dream of the mountains and rivers being restored, and I dream of the world being at peace!"
Speaking of this, Xi Zhicai turned to look at Qin Yang who was in a daze, and said scornfully: "I, Xi Zhicai, have a pure dream, a free and easy dream, but not like someone... I was dreaming of a big dream in the Spring and Autumn Period, but
But it ties up the love between children...Bring it here! It has ruined my wine and stained this clear moon..."
Qin Yang looked at the empty field in his hands, feeling as if he was lost in his heart.
Looking up, Xi Zhicai drank alone to the moon, wild and uninhibited. Qin Yang couldn't help feeling envious, and murmured: "I raised my glass to invite the bright moon, and faced the shadow of three people... I sang to the moon and wandered, and my dancing shadow was scattered.
...we have sex together when we are awake...and when we are drunk, we separate..."
Xi Zhicai looked at Qin Yang in surprise, smiled and sighed: "With such an artistic conception, it seems that you have a deep understanding of the art of wine... Although the artistic conception is dim, it is unique, Xi Zhicai admires it, admires it
…”
Qin Yang laughed and didn't explain anything, but the sadness in his heart was relieved a lot.
Taking the wine gourd again, Qin Yang laughed and said: "Isn't the artistic conception good? I, Qin Yang, have had many twists and turns in my life, but God has been kind to me at last... Come and see what the artistic conception of this sentence is like?"
As he spoke, Qin Yang took a big sip, stood up and roared: "Five-flowered horses, golden furs... I will give you fine wine in exchange for it, and I will banish the eternal sorrows with you!"
"Hahaha! Okay! What a wonderful person to share with you and eliminate the eternal sorrow!" Xi Zhicai clapped his hands and laughed with great pride!
Qin Yang finished chanting and murmured: "Brother Taibai, it's not Qin Yang who steals your limelight, it's just that you wrote this poem for me..."
At dawn, there was no wind. In the camp of the Yellow Turban Army, there were forests of swords and spears, and a little bit of cold light shone on the armor. Qin Yang changed his dejected look after Diao Chan left, and went into battle in high spirits and stood in front of the army.
"Soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army! Six years ago, you rose up with the great virtuous master and let the Yellow Turban storm sweep across the entire Han Empire. With your efforts, the entire Han Empire was shaken, and the powerful nobles who were high above were trembling!
Not long ago, you finally completed the unfulfilled wish of the great sage! We captured the imperial capital of the Han Empire! We trampled under our feet the capital of the powerful empire that had been arrogant for hundreds of years! Now, before us is the final stage of the Han Empire
The dignity of the holy capital Chang'an! I want you to conquer Chang'an at all costs! Although we are still the Hanzhong Army in the eyes of the princes, I, Qin Yang, promise you. In the near future, we will be walking in this world,
The dignified Yellow Turban Army! For the glory of the Yellow Turban Army! Take Chang'an!"
"For the glory of the Yellow Turban Army! Capture Chang'an! Kill Lu Bu! Long live King Ming! Long live the Yellow Turban!"
Three hundred thousand Yellow Turbans roared in unison, the clouds in the sky exploded, and the rising sun broke through the clouds and illuminated the earth with bright light! In the roar of the Yellow Turbans, and under the sword waved by Qin Yang, the Yellow Turbans launched a historic attack on Chang'an City.
The most violent attack ever!
"Boom, boom, boom!" The Thunderbolt Chariot of the Shenji Battalion was the first to launch an attack on Chang'an City. The boulders, like meteors from the sky, roared, burned and hit the head of Chang'an City wildly. The city bricks were cracked and flesh and blood were everywhere.
Fly! Amidst the exclamations and screams, the top of Chang'an City was a sea of fire.
"Charge!" After the suppression of the Thunderbolt Chariot, the Yellow Turban Army finally began a large-scale attack! The brave Yellow Turban Army soldiers held light shields in their hands, guarding the team carrying the ladder, and rushed towards Chang'an City like a tide!
After seeing the Yellow Turban Army rushing in like a tide, the city of Chang'an also began a crazy counterattack! The sound of "boom" was like thunder in the sky. The Thunderbolt Chariot that had been set up in Chang'an City also began to counterattack!
Outside the city wall, the vast plain has long become a bright yellow ocean. The rolling boulders are like splashing blood-colored waves in this bright yellow ocean. Even though it is extremely lethal, it does not affect the progress of the army at all.
"Archer! Shoot the arrow!"
At the command, the defenders at the top of Chang'an City roared and threw the bows and arrows in their hands. As the sound of "swish" pierced the air continued, all the bows and arrows connected together and made a "buzzing" sound.
The sound of movement.
Arrows rained down like rain, and rocks struck like lightning! The Yellow Turban soldiers attacking the city fell in pieces. The soldiers behind them shouted wildly, stepping on the corpses of their comrades and charging forward again!
"Long live the Yellow Turban!" Zhang Niujiao, who was in charge of the first round of siege, went into battle shirtless, wielding a sword in his hand to block rows of arrows, and shouted loudly from the lead!
"Long live the Yellow Turbans!" The Yellow Turban soldiers behind him roared and hissed in unison. The arrow passed through the shoulder, charging! The arrow passed through the thigh, forward! The arrow passed through the head, roaring! The Yellow Turban Army has been on the battlefield for a long time and has a firm belief.
Warriors are fearless!
Forward, forward, charge, kill the enemy! No Yellow Turban soldier flinches, as long as they can still stand up, as long as they can still move forward, they will not stop! They will use their own blades to end the lives of their opponents, and use their own
Use your body to fill up the wide moat of Chang'an City!
"Kill!" The ladder was raised high, and Zhang Niujiao led the warriors of the Yellow Turban First Battalion to break through the downpour of arrows and cross the wide moat! It gradually spread to the top of Chang'an City like a tide!
"Long live the Empire! Kill!" The soldiers guarding the city were also crazy. Spears were set up at the top of the city like a dense forest, and the sharp spearheads were aimed at the Yellow Turban soldiers swarming under the city! Buckets of sticky kerosene poured out
And down, what followed were burning torches and ruthless flames!
Thick smoke billowed, shouts were heard, corpses were strewn on the ground, and the sky was stained with blood! On the positions of the two armies, war drums sounded like thunder, and the sound of killing shook the sky. Up and down the city walls, roars continued, and swords flashed and shadows were heard!
Qin Yang tightly grasped the sword in his hand and watched the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army marching forward one after another to die brazenly. His blood was boiling with passion and murderous intent in his heart.
"Huanglong Huangshao! The second battalion charges! Huang Zhong, Feiyu battalion attack to suppress the opponent's city defenders! Peng Tuo, Shenji battalion go all out, turn Chang'an City into a scorched earth!"
"Kill! Long live the Yellow Turbans!" Under Qin Yang's order, the second battalion of the Yellow Turban Army roared and joined the battle! Feiyu Battalion pushed its position to the moat and madly poured down a rain of arrows towards the city! Shenji Battalion!
The thunderbolt car never stopped, and huge rocks hit the head of Chang'an like raindrops!
The sudden and violent impact caused the defense at the top of Chang'an City to collapse. The soldiers guarding the city were frightened as they looked at the Yellow Turban soldiers rushing in like waves.
"Once a general is accomplished, all the bones will be withered. Soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, use your blood and fighting spirit to pave the way for the entire Yellow Turban prosperous age! The third battalion of the Yellow Turban Army, charge!" Qin Yang raised his arms and shouted, and the city of Chang'an was defeated.
In front of you!
PS: The poem in the article quotes the famous poem of the poet Li Bai.
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